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Hi Jason. It's Chrissy. I know you're probably still mad at me, but I wanted to see if you were okay. A phone call might have been better, but this felt... easier.

[And Chrissy is, ultimately, still kind of a coward sometimes.]

I'm not expecting a response, but I am kind of hoping you're not mad anymore because I think you're really interesting, and I'd like to be friends.

Doing ok here?

You never told me your birthday.

[This is clearly important enough to bother him about when she should be sleeping.]

[Jason really hated camping the first time around, but this time, he means to find some freedom and space from all the bats swirling around in the belfry. He's picked up camping gear from the mart and has assembled his pack in his most recent abandoned apartment. He's set out and making his way toward the trolley when he hears the familiar quiet thump of someone landing behind him.

He expects Damian, and so he draws his hunting knife, swinging it at whoever is behind him.]

[Jason has been out in the woods for four days. It's been a much needed break from interacting with any Bats for any reason. He's starting to run out of supplies, but he's tightened his belt before and this will be no different. He wakes up to dig through his backpack when he notices something odd. Another tracker.

He rolls his eyes out of this universe and into the next before he smashes it into oblivion between two rocks.

As he's starting to pick up his camp, he hears something. Not the birds and squirrels and everything else he's started to become attuned to, but something like a boot on the ground. Another eye roll before he calls out into the woods.]

I know you're there.

Do you like to read?

Did you see Aurora's message about the next mission?

( the morning after they return to etraya, the window to jason's bedroom opens silently, cracking just enough to slide inside a long yet thin object wrapped neatly in brown paper. if jason opens it, he'll find a crowbar: one that had been new before it had been dented against the batsuit.

attached to it is a small cardstock note, written in neat cursive: )

He won't do it again.
- D

Do you like horror movies?

[A perfectly reasonable question for the middle of the night.]

I'm heading back. Just doing a food run. You need anything?

You saw the mission notes?

When you have a second, can you come down to the terminal?

We should do something for Halloween.

Merry Christmas! You have to come over if you want your gift.

I can't sleep.
Would you like to join me for junk food and movies?

[Sometime after this conversation, Chrissy drops off a small, plainly-wrapped package. Inside, he'll find a softly glowing bracelet and a note in Chrissy's neat handwriting.

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

A girl named Sandrilene was offering to make these for people, so I asked for two because I knew you probably wouldn't think to ask for one for yourself. The dark is still a threat, but this will help keep you safe.]

I will give you three minutes to exit your apartment before I let myself in.

Edited 2026-02-09 21:29 (UTC)

Thank you for the gift.

voicemail sent a couple of days after the mingle

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